I know my history. I’m your property. You own me and I love that! Does that shock you? It still surprises me a little, but not as much, because I lo...ed it when Marc became Master instead of just hubby. It was very hot to suddenly not have to hold discussions about everything. Just submit. Master commands and I obey.“So, are you ready to make love to your slut slave, Master? Hot for teacher, as the song says? I had many fantasies about seducing you, believe it or not. Bear in mind, I was only 30. She was the one who was scared witless, about to face a new experience that would upend her life and for which she wasn’t mentally prepared. Compared to all of this, who was I to complain. As my father might have said, “You’ve had your fun, now man up and pay the price.”The only saving grace that stopped the weekend from being totally insane was that we didn’t see anything of Francis. Instead, the weekend was a series of different conversations and outbursts. Sometimes Grace and me. Sometimes. She had to be at least eight feet from the pile, so that guy, whoever he was, had to have some muscles in that part of his body.Devlin thought of washing up. The line for the bathroom was almost nonexistent, and she could feel the come dripping on her thighs. That was the one thing about being a girl that she didn't care for. Guys came, and that was it. A girl had to deal with the leftover come as well as her own moisture. At least, she decided, she'd be fresh for the next guy.There was a. " Yes what?" Tami asked as my hand sank into the back pocket of her jeans."Yes is the answer." What answer?" Tami asked a little over loudly. Behind us, I saw Traci and Peter come out of their own world to look. It was the Sunday night after the brunch, and we were talking a walk around the park even though it was misty.I smiled. Turning my head, I nibbled on her earlobe. "The answer to the question you're going to ask in about twenty or twenty-five minutes." What question?" she asked. Tami had.